Porcelain Raft's "Everything From Your Hands" is one of those perfect rainy day songs that spent too much time listening to Elliot Smith b-sides. The eponymous edict is the opposite of that derivative barb at the beginning of a paragraph by a writer who likes this song a lot. In essence, we will be judged by that which we create, that which we give, but in the modern way, this ends up being up for criticism, not veneration. Reverse the paradigm. It sounds perfect for a guy seen posing with a piano and heard playing tiny guitar chords and whispering into your ear.
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